The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5678

The cheers that had been rattling through the main hall of Nethergate Sect were strangled mid-cry, as though an invisible titan had clamped its fist around every throat.

From the platform, Soul Devourer rose, no flourish, no grand gesture, merely standing, but the whole world appeared to pivot on this single point, all gravity rewired to him alone.

Moments ago, the giant had seemed terrifying. Now his menace felt like a firefly before the full moon, a creek set against the boundless sea.

A thunderous rumble rolled overhead, deep enough to shake dust from the broken rafters. Outside, the sky, already bruised by demonic aura, plunged into total night.

Clouds thick as congealed ink whirled together, churning like a cauldron. No clean lightning flickered there, only faces, thousands of distorted, wailing spirits, that flashed and vanished with piercing shrieks.